This is a story about an older man reflecting on his life. It could go in several different categories. I'm posting it in chapters due to the length. I hope you stay with me on this one. Thank you to Estragon for editing it and making it a much better read. Chapter 1 I needed a few minutes to be alone. I went into the office at the church to reflect upon m...
1 Jake woke up to the ring on his iPhone. He ignored it twice, hoping the caller would leave a message that he could later respond to. The phone kept buzzing to get his attention. Perturbed, he finally answered the call to hear a frantic voice. Even before Jake could answer the call with a greeting he heard, "Jane needs help. She is on her way to the doc...
This story follows the short descriptive tales of the Blob, a fictional alien character, based in a post war-time, 1960's-esque civilisation. Miranda, a buxom girl of big heart and even bigger breasts, and her friend, Jane, a small and stout beauty of dark hair and hypnotisingly striking features, find discarded barrels of alien fluid. Overcome by the mind c...
Ayasha had called day and night obsessively and Storm knew he couldn't avoid her much longer. It was over two weeks since he left Salina in that hotel room. Over two weeks of him sleeping only from sheer exhaustion, either from working out, riding until every cell in his body hurt or working until his eyes burnt. He had not spoken to any of his friends and w...
It was a little over a month before the two men heard anything even related to Lizzie. They hadn't chased her after she left the motel that morning, figuring it was a better idea to let her go. Lizzie had been the smart one both times, distancing herself from the two of them, and it seemed being back together only caused bad things to happen. Now, Jeff and K...
There was once a cute girl called Stacey Who was pregnant and so was sis' Tracey They craved for hot meat To have a big feat So their cock fuck Olympics was racy (Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.) Stacey awoke from a noise outside, probably a big truck passing by in the street. She slowly opened her eyes and realized that...
The Saint Mark, 115 East 9th Street at 3rd Avenue, East Village Evelyn Green bit into the juicy red apple, the sound echoing off the tiles in the kitchen. She chewed thoughtfully as she stared at the words on the laptop screen, occasionally pausing to make additions to the text as needed. She reviewed a newly written passage. Near the border between the...
Author's Note: This series is a continuation of my last story series, "Ghosts of the Past." It is taking place 18 years plus into the future and involves the children of the group of friends surrounding Charles and Diana Richards and Tom and Lynda Seldon... who are just about to learn the "Price of Past Miracles..." ********** "Mama... I love him and he l...
It had been a few months since the party. Since seeing Tarquin...no, Paddy. For the first two to three weeks, Ada had been careful every time she went out. Careful that their paths never crossed. Not that it was likely that they were going to see each other again after such a long time and an accidental meeting but....just to be sure. Now she needed to go s...
I was counting the days before my flight to Germany, where my teaching career would begin as a lecturer in American politics as the University of Munich. With three weeks to go, I had finished the research project for the university press where I was a parttime editor. I was spending my time scouting bookstores in New York and garage sales in the suburbs for...